Today we celebrate the 100th anniversary of the end of World War One. I came across a journal entry from my mother’s diary dated November 11, 1918 when she was 13years old. She lived in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. It reads as follows:
It is quite a nice day. It is a great day. The war is ended. Germany signed armistice at midnight. The Kaiser, the empowered prince, and the Kaiser’s wife have fled to Holland. The whole city has gone mad. There are streamers everywhere. The autos have flags, bells, etc. on them. I did not go to school today because I was sick. I wonder what will be done with the Kaiser. Irene, Jessie, Taddie and baby paraded and sang. We sang, “The war is over, the war is over, the war is over today. The war is over, the war is over, to Hell with the Kaiser we say. They pulled me in the tricycle part of the time.”
With the end of WW1, America prayed there would be no more wars. In this world of mere humans, I guess that will never be accomplished. May each of us, though, try to do our to make their wish come true while we honor those who gave their all for freedom.